this evening, O gentle moon,
this evening you
preside over calm, dearest moon;
you bring quiet
and sweetness in the cool air;
and the trees rise to kiss you
and the sun sets like a dying soldier
in the arms of his love;
this evening you bring stillness
and contentment
and end of thought and conflict
and you bring
seeing of things as they are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'and the trees rise to kiss you and the sun sets like a dying soldier in the arms of his love; '..........great imagery! ! !